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The Universe does work in mysterious ways doesn’t it?
Today I walked back and forth all over the city trying to accomplish some simple tasks and will have to do the same tomorrow. I had $11.00 in my Savings account and knew I had no room for error today. One ride there, one back to work, one ride back home, one ride to work and one ride home where my paycheck will be waiting for me in the mail. 10.00 to get to work today and tomorrow and $1.00 for lunch and dinner. A small McDonalds Fry would do the trick!
Then I checked my bank account and miraculously there was money. I wasn’t going to say SHIT. My friends will tell you I am known for finding a 20 dollar bill in the back of a cab and giving it back to the cab driver…But I wasn’t about to say SHIT about this! Come to find out its Bush’s sad-ass attempt to raise his popularity points, feeble little bonus. The universe works in mysterious ways.
I have had some problems in the past month or so—My dog’s diagnosis of Cancer, some utility issues, getting a new job, bills piling up and some things turning off, general shitty health, the emergency room and then the “follow-up” (that was fun). In the middle of it all I had been overextending myself by contributing some time and effort into helping people who need it and in the middle of it all find myself empty-handed when it came to me needing assistance from friends. Not a complaint just a general observation. I have kind of vowed to be a bit selfish until my “recovery”. Maybe retreat a little bit. i don’t know…the light at my proverbial tunnel…? Gus and Jen.
I have overextended myself slightly. A friend moved to Florida with the promise of a job with an airlines. The day she was about to move out, take the plane to her hub city, she was informed that they will be conducting a hiring freeze. I am taking care of her two cats. I promised long before my own woes started raining upon me. Two cats that I just wasn’t ready for. One of which has a terrible flatulence problem, his (other) mommy left him 3 sandwich baggies of food and hasn’t called since she dropped them off, I had no idea what sort of food she usually buys for him so I got them the best brand I could buy without any real prior kitty knowledge. Now his little belly is wreaking havoc on my household of one…seriously, it smells like something crawled in there and built a sewage plant, then died.
Despite the wretched odor they are doing well and they are acclimating beautifully. It’s very cool to have someone greet you at the door with excitement and exuberance. It feels nice.
Gus, the bad cat farter, he’s 1 year old. He has an eye issue, one is kind of fused 1/2 shut—he’s adorable and incredibly affectionate. He crawls on me every chance he gets and he has a penchant for sitting on my face…yeah…on my face, works out really well with the late-night fart attacks.
Jen is real laid back, he’s beautiful, all white with greenish eyes and a gentle and cool temperament, he’s 14. I love them already.
The craziest thing happened. Now that all the chaos in my life has settled I am finally able to spend more time with them. I took a shower last night and as usual they followed me into the bathroom, lurking on the chenille and heated floor tiles and when I stepped out they were both facing the opposite wall in a creepy Blair Witch kind of way…It freaked me out beyond belief then I just burst out laughing…What was that all about? Were they being shy…were they offended by my nekkidness?
What am I going to do when she comes to pick them up?
They are so much fun and just really, really, really ridiculously good looking.
Gus gives me the Magnum in the mornings and Jen musters a Blue Steele every now and again.
Ah, the life.
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